Always || Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) [1]

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

EDITED 7/16/21

The Narnians gathered outside Aslan's How as they watched Miraz's troops enter the field through the forest. If hundreds of men with swords and shields weren't enough, they had rolled in catapults and other large weapons as well. In the middle of his army, Miraz, flocked by his strongest men, rode on their horses through the middle aisle before coming to a stop at the center in front of everyone else. There was no mistaking him; he was the only one wearing gold armor and rode a pure white horse.

Mary stood in between Susan and Trumpkin as they overlooked the scene atop the hill. Miraz wasn't a good person, but he seemed to be honourable enough to not attack while they were unprepared. It was as if they were waiting for them to be ready before officially striking.

The Pevensies, Mary, Caspian, and a few of the other Narnians soon gathered back in the Stone Table room to discuss their next plan. They didn't have much time before the battle begun.

"Lucy saw Aslan. It's only fitting that she be the one to find him and bring him here," Peter was saying, his hands on the Stone Table.

"Are you certain that will work?" Caspian asked from where he sat next to his professor, Doctor Cornelius. "It might be unsafe."

"I am," Peter answered without hesitation. Whatever he and Lucy talked about when they were the last two left in the room must have boosted his confidence.

"She'll just have to sneak into the woods without being seen, then," said Susan.

"She can do it easily if she leaves through the back," Mary said, remembering where she and Edmund returned the horses they rode when he taught her how to ride one a few days back. Edmund and Trufflehunter, who were seated with her at the steps, looked at her expectantly. "She'll go unseen by most of the army, but it's only a matter of time before she passes by some of them. Miraz's troops are scattered everywhere."

"Cakes and kettledrums!" Trumpkin said incredulously. "That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" He pointed at Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter insisted.

"And she won't be alone," Susan reassured.

Trumpkin faced Lucy with a solemn expression. "Haven't enough of us died already?" he asked in a sad voice.

"Nikabrik was my friend, too," Trufflehunter interjected. "But he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

Reepicheep drew his sword and raised it.

"For Aslan," he said.

"For Aslan," repeated a bear.

Peter was moved by the faith the Narnians had for them and for Aslan. He shared grateful looks with them before turning back to Lucy and Trumpkin. Although the dwarf still looked reluctant, he eventually conceded to the plan.